I'm Eighteen
I'm Eighteen,
he's nine.
At night
I carry him to the ivory bed.
He's more son than man.
Damn the lousy matchmaker
who found me a husband
small as a nail.
In the middle of the night
he pisses on me.
Nu-i a mea, dar ar fi putut.
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cica e din antologia englezească Wicked Verse. eu l-am luat de la Ruxandra Cesereanu, de aici http://360.yahoo.com/blog-voNwP7Ijbr5MnY1Xhgw-
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